Undiagnosed

Like heavy make up on the undead before broadcast or a plane crash you were supposed to be on but instead your mom died and you couldn't go. Rebel flags and nazi propaganda should fill me with dread. Instead my center is wet my mouth open panting involuntarily in anticipation. The fear makes one drunk and resilient and desire renders the experience more like a battle of wits or an epic thing like the fourth seal or pestilence. I see an important message. I see a brief reunion. I feel someone lurking.